The Morning Commute

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Angela was determined, that much was for sure. Despite the Briton's attempts to bring the Frog down and give herself some space, the platinum blonde would recover just in time to catch hold of Millie's leg and drag her in by it. Not that the former pilot went willingly, or quietly, of course. Snarling and twisting, Millie dragged her hands across the tile floor as she tried in vain to escape her nemesis.

The feeling of her foot caught in an ankle lock just confirmed the inevitable. Letting out a shrill cry, Millie slammed her fist to the ground as she gritted her teeth and glared murder at the bitch. Her foot was trapped in an agonizing pressure, her ankle twisted and held against that full chest of her foe's. "An' ye can go BUGGER YERSELF!" She screamed in a rage, face taking on a feral appearance as the words exploded from her lungs!

[Devastated]

Angela started to wrench on that ankle of Millie, the former Pilot having struggled greatly in vain before she was locked in as Angela quickly decided to put as much pressure as she could on that ankle, Twisting and wrenching that foot around as she aimed to cause it as much pain as she possibly could. The two women trading insults, it was clear to everyone who was watching and all who had seen their previous interactions that the two women truly did despise on another.

The cruel French woman would decided to take her right foot and raise it up into the air, aiming to stop it down hard onto her back of Millie's other legs knee. Trying to pin her down even more firmly as she would keep that boot down against the back of her knee, while wrenching on that other ankle. " Weak and Pathetic! Just like last time!" Angela mocked Millie as she continued to try and torture her hated foe.

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Even as her temper had started to come out, Millie had been trying to keep her head level enough to prevent herself responding to the blonde bitch's provocations. But that? THAT got a reaction from the Briton. Letting loose a howl of rage at her hated foe's words, Millie's eyes darted wildly around, looking past the onlookers for anything that she could use to harm the frog. Locking eyes on just the thing, the Briton just had to worry about escaping Angela's grasp.

So Millie would reach up at her enemy and try to grab hold of her- preferably around that buxom bust of hers. If she managed to grab hold, the former pilot would then attempt to kick her held foot towards Angela's chest, following it up with a full force slap to the blonde's stupid face. If all of that succeeded, Millie would finally try to kick away and leap to her feet so that she could sprint through the crowd towards a magazine box.

[Devastated]

Angela kept the hold locked in as firmly as she could, aiming to keep torturing that leg of the busty Briton. She was looking to make sure that moving would be difficult for her. To her surprise though that loud yell of rage came from Millie as the fellow fair haired woman yanked her leg forward, forcing Angela to stumble forward, enough for Millie to grab at hold of her chest.

A faint blush appearing on those pale cheeks of the busty French beauty, then a kick up against her chest with that trapped leg, smacking into her tits and causing the French Nightmare to cough out, stunned from the blow as a bit of air rushed out of her lungs. She let go of Millie's leg and wrapped an arm around her buxom chest, but before she could stagger too far back, Millie's hand smacked her cheek and left a nice red imprint on it!

Growling out in anger she would cough out, shaking her head and then the platinum blonde fighter would give chase to Millie!

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Teeth gritted, Millie barged her way through the crowd and away from the French bitch in close pursuit. She had an idea. Maybe it was a terrible idea, but seeing as how the brawl had been going for her so far, and seeing as how she wanted to bash that bitch's face in, at least she had an idea. Still, it would probably be a lot easier if she wasn't moving with something of a limp thanks to the blonde whore's efforts.

But as she finally came within a few steps of her target, the Briton would turn on her heel to face the Frog once more. She paused for a moment, a self-satisfied smirk crossing her face as she noticed the bright red hand print across Angela's face. "Nice look," She cooed, wanting to get a rise out of her hated foe, hand sliding into her jacket pocket.

Without warning, Millie would pull her wrecked pair of shades from her pocket and whip them straight at the blonde bitch's face. Whether they hit or just distracted Angela didn't matter, what was more important was the next move as Millie would step forwards and kick at the woman's knee and hopefully knock her off balance.

[Devastated]

Angela chased after the Briton as she should have figured Millie would run away. It was proof enough of her unwillingness to get beat-down which was inevitable. The platinum blonde woman chased and ran after Millie, shoving her way through the crowd as she would suddenly see Millie turn on her heel. Stopping a few steps away from the woman, Angela would snarl out at the words of Millie. Stepping forward to launch a brutal haymaker at her face!

The French Nightmare was caught unaware as those broken shades came flying into her face, smacking into it as she would have to retreat back a step, which was enough of a window for Millie to take advantage of it. Throwing her leg up and smacking a kick right into the knee of Angela! " Aagh!" She shouted out as she would be forced down onto one knee. Bringing her hands up to shield her face from what she assumed to be some sort of brutal kick or knee strike right to her beautiful face.

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Millie seemed to have Angela nice and angry. Perfect. A pissed off Frog was a Frog she could control, to a point at least. Her hated rival wasn't going to become any less dangerous, but she might at least become a bit more predictable. And, to no one's surprise, the pissed off bitch would launch forwards at Millie's taunt, aiming a haymaker for her face.

Thankfully for the Briton, the combination of her ruined new shades smacking into her face and her own reflexes let her dodge out of the way of the haymaker as she went in for a kick at Angela's knee - a kick that sent the platinum blonde down onto a knee, arms raised to shield her face.

As much as Millie would have loved to take some time to stop and gloat, there wasn't the time for that now. The fight with Angela was taking a toll on the Briton, and if she let up it would likely just end with the bitch getting in another hit.

That said, a short quip was unlikely to hurt.

"Wrong."

The word slipped from Millie's grinning lips as she would try and grab Angela by the hair and back, aiming to haul the woman over to a nearby magazine stand before yanking the door open and shoving Angela's head in, a downright sinister smile crossing her lips as she would aim to slam the door shut on her hated foe's face!

[Devastated]

Being downed onto one knee from that kick to her other knee, causing Angela no end of grief and annoyance as she would try and scrambled up towards her feet. Yet, before she could do so the white haired rival of hers decided to grab onto that short platinum blonde hair of the French Nightmare, as Millie would yank and pull on it, dragging Angela along by her locks as she made her way running towards the nearby magazine stand!

Angela had little in the way to stop herself from being thrust into that opened magazine stand box, then that door smashed against her head causing the Rebellion member to grunt, slumping back down onto her knees as she would grab at either side of that door, and try and lift and pull it up from her. Trying to free her head that Millie was looking to crush.

She shuffled on her knees, and winced, shaking her head what she could and groaned out loudly into the magazine box, like a snarling angry beast as she struggled to find her freedom.

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"Just give it up, bitch!"

The Briton's snarl carried more than a hint of anger with it as Angela seemed to be fighting back in spite of the satisfying crack that reverberated through the metal door and up into Millie's arm. Of course Angela would continue to deprive the Briton of any meager form of satisfaction in this match. Really, Millie should have expected it, but even expectation wasn't enough to stop it from being absolutely infuriating.

Despite her best efforts to slam the box's door into the Nightmare's head, Angela's hand were holding it open just outside of the reach of those pretty blonde locks of hers. Furious at the resistance on display and growling like a mad dog, Millie's mind raced to find a different approach that would let her settle the score between the two of them.

What she would eventually come up with wasn't particularly elegant. Straining to hold the door shut in an effort to keep Angela trapped in her little metal prison, Millie would suddenly let go and free her foe as she would attempt to twist around to the Frog's side and deliver a savage kick into the woman's side!

[Devastated]

The struggle of not getting her head crushed by that newspaper box's door as the Briton continued to try and push it against her skull and neck, with Angela fighting for dear life to try and wrench it open! The struggle wasn't really going anywhere, as it had become a stalemate. Though with Angela in the far worse position now....

She continued to snarl and struggle as soon enough the pressure eased up and she was freed! Quickly pulling her head out of the box and up to a stand again, the platinum blonde would cry out as Millie's knee smacked into her side! Hitting her ribs and causing her to buckle to the side, arms moving up around her side as she would back away from Millie....turning to face her hated rival.

" Putain..." Angela called out as she glared over at Millie.